I love money, but will money ever love me in return?
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
When understanding would be too difficult, I become trusting.
Disobedient parents are a great trouble to their children.
In a strange city, I connect through food and fantasy.
Moderation in all things is best, but it's pretty hard to get excited about it.